From the start, expectations were high for Boris's performance, and when the actual results were seen, Aiven couldn't help but be impressed.

Talent!

Absolute talent!

Besides his outstanding gunnery training and command abilities, his personal "Ocean Treasure" also provided an immediate boost to the battleship's attack power.

For Aiven, who inherently suffers from a "firepower inadequacy phobia," the allure of this was clear.

If Boris and his "Cannon Commander's Saber" could stay, it would absolutely be an advantage for the "Storm Horn."

Moreover, during his previous conversation with Boris, Aiven learned that.

He has served for at least 20 years at the two Navy bases in the New Continent, and is well-versed in all aspects of the New Continent. The spheres of influence, prominent figures, customs, secret sects, critical and dangerous locations... all are familiar to him.

Were it not for some arrogance due to his talent and his somewhat cold and straightforward demeanor, he might not still be a Major at the age of 40, despite being just an average Official Knight in terms of strength.

Though he himself was unwilling to say, through hints and leads, Aiven also surmised Boris's current status or predicament.

No family back home in the Kingdom, a wife who passed early, and only a seriously ill son waiting for his care in the Far Sails Territory of the Aimoer Clan.

This very likely is his main reason for planning to retire at his peak stage.

Throughout this battle, Captain Aiven, who barely intervened, stood on the stern deck, lowering his gaze as if peering through the deck to see the figure of the artillery expert.

"Need to figure out a way to dispel his retirement thoughts. Let him stay with peace of mind to shine and contribute heat for the 'Storm Horn'!"

However, Aiven knew that the key to this issue did not lie on this ship, nor did it lie with Major Boris himself, but rather with the young Boris in the Far Sails Territory.

Temporarily setting aside this thought, a new order was issued:

"Bess, launch the air force!"

"Understood!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...

Six White Seagulls each grabbed a red sphere in their claws and swiftly ascended, in the blink of an eye flying over the remaining three pirate ships.

They precisely hurled the red spheres down.

Boom—

The spheres exploded, releasing a large swath of "viscous" dark red flames, adding fuel to the already burning three pirate ships like bone-seeking maggots.

To coordinate with the current "Sea Bird Bomber" tactics, before setting sail this time, both the ammunition depot of the "Storm Horn" and Aiven's "Magic Pocket" had been stocked with a large batch of Alchemy Bombs.

Nearly clearing out years of base stockpiles, enough to fiercely fight several tough battles.

Aiven's idea was simple; having air supremacy and still engaging in close combat would be foolish, wouldn't it?

Especially when dealing with human surface targets, the "Storm Horn" transformed into an aircraft carrier, is the enemy's nightmare!

And suitable for different situations, the types of "bombs" also varied. From Alchemy Bombs to various bizarre potions to...

The red spheres cast down by the White Seagulls.

They were the "Alchemy School" masterpieces crafted by Aiven on the ship after urgently purchasing raw materials post-promotion to Official Wizard—"Little Elf."

In the past battle with the "Killing Ghost," Anthony used it once, almost burning the Killing Ghost close to the Tier 2 Peak directly.

Low cost, high power, but the production process was extremely dangerous, only an Official Wizard was qualified and capable of making it.

This also caused this potent "incendiary bomb" with a cute name not to become widespread like the Alchemy Bomb, which of which even Apprentice Level or trained ordinary people could assemble this major weapon.

The military, while considering power, naturally also took production efficiency, stability, and reliability as important reference factors.

However.

Seeing the quickly burning sailboats on the sea surface reduced to mere frames, Aiven did not completely relax.

Though recently not much engaged in sea combat with human Extraordinaries, Aiven did not forget the Navy's sea combat manual.

The ship might be destroyed, and most ordinary crew members inevitably have been killed.

But the Extraordinaries might not be.

Bullets in the water face resistance eight hundred times that in the air, modern rifles have an air range of about 2000 meters, but in the water, it might only be two meters.

The spherical cannonballs fired by smoothbore cannons are even less worth mentioning, losing most of their lethality soon after entering the water.

Therefore, in cannon warfare on the sea surface.

If the situation becomes untenable, the ship's Extraordinaries might abandon their pirate ship and crew and hide in the water, making it highly possible for them to survive.

Subsequently, Aiven ordered:

"Main deck cannon crew, load grape shot! Stuff the wadding block!"

The cannoneers on the two battleships quickly pried up the breech with levers, inserted triangular wooden wedges, and aimed the muzzles lowered toward the sea surface.

"Boatswain! Marines ready to line up!"

Swish.. swish.. swish..

With flowing footsteps, the sailors holding firearms had already lined up at the positions most likely to be attacked by enemies from the sea on the two flanks of the battleship.

Then the two battleships, one on the left and one on the right, approached the direction where the Pirate Fleet originally lingered, aiming to eliminate any fish that slipped through the net.

Of course, the two battleships could also directly turn and leave.

In the open sea with no land, no fresh water, even the scattered survivors might very likely drown on their own at sea.

However, in a world where power is rooted in oneself, anything is possible.

For example, the Chief Navigator of the "Golden Horn Deer," the "Tidal Messenger" Jasmine, possesses the ability to survive alone in the open sea. Counting on the sea to kill an Extraordinary is not reliable.

.....

"Ugh! Damn Navy, my Level 5 Battleship!"

Jobri, the captain of the "Sturgeon" pirate ship, judged from experience that at least two Battleships were ambushing him. He had decisively abandoned his pirate ship and, along with a few alert pirate officers, jumped into the sea.

But.

It's true that the name can be wrong, but the nickname is never incorrect.

Even at this critical moment, what "Greedily Vile" Jobri cared most about was still the Level 5 Battleship belonging to "Butcher" Marlori.

Beside him, several other survivors noticed the shelling had ceased and resurfaced.

The Anuma captain "Ghoul" Moplati and his three similarly dark-skinned clansmen, along with "Butcher" Marlori, who had been floating alone in the water for so long and still retained some drunkenness.

"Haha, warships and companions, after all, cannot be relied upon."

With bloodshot eyes, he forced them open, scanned the surroundings, and muttered with a weird laugh.

No one knew where his joke was.

Indeed.

Even with a side of his face scraped bloody and raw due to his sluggish reactions from drinking too much, he showed no concern.

His inscrutable thoughts kept everyone at a respectful distance from Marlori.

At this time.

Including the two remaining pirate officers from the "Sturgeon," only eight people from the Pirate Fleet were able to resurface and regroup.

"I don't even know if those Navy guys are gone. Not even a single dinghy left. We can't drift on the sea without fresh water or food.

Moreover... being isolated with these two strange guys puts me at risk."

Considering himself a normal person, Jobri quickly realized that compared to the progressively sinking shell of a Level 5 Battleship, his real concern should be survival.

Especially when amidst these companions, someone might be hungry, or someone might go berserk without booze, he had to be extra careful.

"Wait! They haven't left yet. We must..."

Though their vision was obstructed, the Extraordinary's senses allowed them to hear the sound of something gigantic approaching.

Boom——!

Before they could react, following the roar of the cannon, a massive burst of Grape Bombs rained down on them.

Personally fired by Boris, they were completely surrounded in the heart of the shrapnel, leaving no escape even for the Extraordinary.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!...

After the splashes settled, there were four or five riddled corpses quietly floating, and a large area of seawater was stained with heavy blood.

"Is it resolved?"

No sooner had the words fallen.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three splashes sounded consecutively, and from the other side of the "Storm Horn," three figures emerged from a close distance, attempting to climb over the bulwark and launch a surprise attack on the Battleship without any tools!

These were the three Extraordinary who used their subordinates' bodies as shields, allowing them to flee back underwater in time.

However.

Even though the means of survival were despicable, the three of them were not unscathed.

Among them, "Butcher" Marlori, who had no subordinates to shield him from the shrapnel, suffered the worst. Half of his body was riddled with bullet holes like a honeycomb, though most were lodged in his tough muscles and bones, preventing penetration of vital organs.

The other two also sustained varying degrees of damage from the shrapnel, appearing quite miserable with their bloody injuries.

Boom——

Stamping on the seawater, he leaped up.

In mid-air, Moplati, the "Ghoul," though completely pitch-black, was actually in the best condition, prepared for combat.

He pricked his finger with a dagger, letting the blood drip onto a yellow cloth doll hung on a red string around his neck.

Then he smacked it against his chest with great force.

Bang!

A bone-chilling cold wind blew over, and the doll seemed to enter a state of Void, with half of it already embedded in Moplati's chest.

On the yellow doll's forehead, the black insignia belonging to the "God of Fire and Iron Politics and War," Ogun, instantly lit up.

Moplati's chest, originally as black as an iron wall, then turned into a semi-transparent blue, clearly revealing his beating heart and expanding lungs.

This is a unique profession in his "Voodoo"— the [Spiritual Warrior!]

Clang——

The traditional Anuma weapon, the "Baya Sword" at his waist, was unsheathed!

With his darkened tongue, he licked the blade, revealing a bloodthirsty smile as if he was heading not to a battlefield but to a sumptuous banquet!

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